First & Long

by Jesse Jordan

  “Thank you... sir,” she says, swallowing at the last word but making me smile. “I was... bored.”

  “Boredom can be a very effective training tool,” I inform her, waving her up. “But I've brought someone to see you. He's from The Network, and he's upstairs. He'd like to take a look at you.”

  Jessica gets up nervously, looking at her sweatclothes, slightly ashamed, her bare feet scuffing on the concrete. “Like this?”

  “Like that,” I confirm, escorting her up the stairs to my dining room. “Stand right here, don't move.”

  Jessica bites her lip but nods, watching as Nikolai gets out of his chair. “Impressive, very impressive,” he says admiringly. “I can see why The Dryad insisted that I come see this very uncommon flower. Have you sampled her delights yet?”

  “No,” I comment, remaining standing, watching carefully. “She's not ready yet.”

  Nikolai nods, then reaches towards Jessica's breasts. “Even through this sweatshirt these look too perfect for...”

  “Don't touch me!” Jessica snaps, slapping away Nikolai's hand before he makes contact. “Motherfucker!”

  Nikolai holds his slapped wrist is shock, and in a single motion goes for the gun that I knew he was keeping inside his sport coat. He's got it halfway out before I can close the distance and grab his wrist with my left hand, his gun frozen in the air. “Sir! No!”

  Nikolai looks at me, then at Jessica whose eyes are blazing in fury and rage. I take a deep breath and grab Jessica before she can run and fuck this up for her totally. She takes a step, and she's a dead woman, even if she doesn't know it.

  “The fault is mine,” I say, letting go of Nikolai's wrist even as I twist Jessica's hand behind her back and bending her over the table. “To make up for this insult, I'll increase the price you set for this girl by another ten thousand euro, directly to you, as well as my sincere apology.”

  “And I want to see her punished,” Nikolai says, his eyes still angry but he puts his gun away. “I want to see this child chastised.”

  Jessica squirms, but I twist her arm harder, switching hands to keep her pinned to the table with my left hand while I yank her sweatpants down with my right, fighting her kicking legs and pulling them all the way off.

  “A child?” I growl, looking into Jessica's outraged eyes. “Yes, she is behaving like a child. And a child gets spanked.”

  “No... no... no!” Jessica protests, her words cut off when my right hand whistles down to crack against the perfect curve of her ass. She jumps, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as I spank the other side. I warm her ass properly, switching from left side to right and back, and with every spank, I watch her face carefully. Her eyes soften, and she starts to push back, fighting it, but she's getting aroused. When the tip of my middle finger brushes against the cleft of her pussy, she's wet and open, making the dark passions inside me flare. My cock stirs in my pants and I let go of her arm, pinning her by the waist as I get behind her, looking at the pink-red skin with nearly insane desire. I'm driven almost too far when Jessica pushes back into me, her ass brushing against my crotch. I reach for my belt, ready to fuck her until she's screaming in lust and pain, when a laugh interrupts me.

  “Yes... she likes it,” Nikolai says, breaking the spell, and I look up, realizing what I'm getting ready to do. I pull back, laughing shakily to cover up my desire.

  “Which is why she's not going to get it,” I say, letting Jessica up. Her hands go to her ass, and she's angry again, angry and horny and embarrassed. “I promised her in my rules that she couldn't have my cock until she begged for it. She's not deserving yet. Besides, it's a bigger punishment to not give this ungrateful bitch what she wants.”

  Nikolai laughs, his good humor returned. “As you wish. Okay then, I should charge three hundred for such a rare beauty, but the foul attitude knocks that down. Let's call it two fifty, and with your offer, two sixty total?”

  “Very generous, sir. Let me put my toy away, and we can conclude our business,” I say, grabbing Jessica's arm again and pinning her arm behind her back, walking her down the stairs and to her room. I shove her inside, where she rolls out her arm, breathing heavily and crying in anger and pain.

  “You...!” she starts, but I slam my hand on the metal door, cutting her off.

  “Shut the fuck up!” I half yell, just loud enough to get her attention but not loud enough so that it will be heard upstairs. Yelling at a slave would be considered losing control, and Rachmaninoff must never know that. “I just saved your stupid fucking life, bitch. I told you he was in The Network, and you....! He wasn't going to rape you, or molest you past a little grabby feel that you'd get at a fucking Rutgers game from a drunk fratboy. I have to take care of this, so sit the fuck down. We'll talk when I return.”

  I slam Jessica's door shut and lock it, hearing her fists a moment later beating uselessly against the metal as I lean my head against the door, trying to compose myself. My cock is throbbing in my pants, even as on the other side of the metal she screams and curses me. I'm tempted to put her in the dark again, but I decide against it. I need to get Rachmaninoff paid, get him back to his villa... and then I have to decide how I'm going to actually punish Jessica.

  Jessica

  “You fucking bastard! Motherfucker! Let me out of here! Fuck!” I scream over and over until the shame and anger over what just happened causes me to collapse, sobbing. A little voice picks that time to speak up inside my head.

  The hard fact is though, you liked it.

  Who the fuck are you?

  That's not really important right now. What's important is that Rodrigo was right. You let your stupid fear nearly get us killed.

  Yeah well, that old fuck wasn't reaching for your tits. He was reaching for mine.

  Whatever. You know what the facts are.

  The voice goes quiet, and I sigh. It's right. The fact is... I liked it. In fact, if the Russian hadn't said something, I was this close to asking Rodrigo to fuck me. Even now my pussy throbs in want, my body aches to feel Rodrigo's strength holding me, pinning me, making it hurt as he makes himself my Mas...

  No. I won't, I can't call him that. I'm a free woman with a dog, I'm not the dog for fuck's sake! But that word... fuck... that's what I need from him so badly. My body is overriding my brain, telling me that it knows what it wants, and that if it has to beg this man, to call him a title like he demands in order to feel that big cock inside me, then that's what I'm going to do, dammit!

  The inner war wages inside me even as I start to shiver. Rodrigo wasn't lying yesterday, this room's cold even during the day, and with just my sweatshirt and no sweatpants, I'm cold. I retreat to my mattress and wrap myself as best I can in my blanket, muttering to myself the whole time. My pussy doesn't help, wanting to do something, anything to relieve the maddening throb inside it, whether it be my fingers, the slightly slick-rough texture of the mattress top, or anything else.

  I won't give it the satisfaction, and instead I sit, stewing and occasionally crying. The hard part is that part of me is angry not at Rodrigo for smacking my ass raw, and it's not upset at getting turned on. It's angry because he stopped. It's angry at me. It's angry because I disobeyed Rodrigo's commands, not doing what he told me to do. I was a bad girl, and I got the punishment I deserved, it says.

  On the other side of my brain is the side of me that went to classes at Rutgers, that sat in and listened to the lectures from the speakers, the rallies. Rutgers is nowhere near as psycho liberal as some campuses, but still, I heard the stories on both sides, and for the most part I agreed with the side that said that women are supposed to be in control of their own future. Our body, our choice and all that.

  I'm still debating inside me when I hear the lock outside my door unlatch, and Rodrigo opens my door, a chair in his hand. He's still pissed, but it's a controlled, focused pissed off, not the angry rage that I saw before.

  “Thankfully, The Composer was willing to accept my heartfelt apologies and the extra
money only,” he says in a quietly angry voice as he positions the chair and sits down. “Congratulations, you have now cost me more than what I have spent for this entire villa since I first bought it and started renovating it a few years ago.”

  “How much? For the villa?” I ask, and Rodrigo chuckles. “What? My father was a real estate agent.”

  “Not the question I anticipated, that's all. I paid the previous owner a hundred and twenty five thousand euro and I've spent about the same amount on renovations, all in cash. So you cost ten thousand more than my home. And no, I will not tell you where I keep that much cash around this villa. Now, there's no point to punishing you without telling you what you did wrong and how to do it better next time, so listen up. That man... not only is he in The Network, but he's one of those men that you really shouldn't fuck with. You're very lucky that I was standing where I was, because if I hadn't grabbed that gun, he'd have blown your brains all over my kitchen and not cared beyond if you'd gotten some of your brains on his shoes. And no, there wouldn't be a damn thing done about it.”

  “I... I know,” I admit, sighing. “Really, I've been thinking about it. You're right.”

  “I'm not finished,” Rodrigo says, his voice hard again. “Part of what happened today is my fault as well. You will have duties to me as my slave, and in return I haven't been clear in my responsibilities to you. Jessica, I will take care of you. As long as you are mine, I will keep you safe to the best of my abilities. But...”

  His voice trails, and I gulp. “Yes?”

  “But if you disobey me, not only will you be punished, but you put yourself at risk. The man who came today is one of the capos of The Network. Thankfully, he's also one of the more forgiving members as well. If that had been The Sultan or my capo, I could not have stopped them without sacrificing my own life, and that is something I will not do for a disobedient, ungrateful, untrained slave.”

  His last words sting, and I look down, blinking away my sudden tears. “I... I'm sorry sir.”

  Rodrigo nods, then hums. “Jessica, I paid a quarter million euros for you because you are have the potential to be a remarkable woman. Don't make me feel like I wasted my money.”

  I don't know why, but his words strike the side of me that wants to rebel. I'm not something to be bought and sold! “And if I decide to tell you to fuck your money?”

  Rodrigo's eyes blaze and he surges across, yanking me off my mattress and staring into my eyes. “You're used to sassing men. You're used to using your brains and body to protect your precious feelings. Get it through your head, you're not a fucking princess. You're mine, and your smart mouth is going to get you punished!”

  Rodrigo yanks me down, bending me over his lap, my ass in the air. “Apologize!”

  “No!” I yell, squirming uselessly to try and free myself. “Go fuck yourself!”

  “Apologize for what you said, and it stops,” Rodrigo says, holding me down. I feel him lift his hand again, and a fresh shock shoots through my ass and up my spine as he spanks me. I stop, my hands freezing straight out in front of me, and I can't help it, I moan lightly. “I knew it the first time I saw you. You enjoy this, don't you?”

  Rodrigo smacks my ass again, this time rubbing the curve of my ass afterwards, his hand roughly caressing my burning skin, moving the heat from my ass to between my legs. He caresses again, his fingers caressing between my thighs but not touching my pussy. I mewl and my legs spread on their own a little, my breath catching. “Sir....”

  “Apologize and I stop,” Rodrigo says, but now I don't want him to stop. He takes his hand away again only to smack my ass a third, then a fourth time. I'm gasping, my pussy leaking all over his pants, and I can feel him harden underneath me, his cock huge and pressing against my stomach underneath me, a throbbing hot tease of what he says is mind if I beg. It adds to the heat inside me, knowing that I arouse this man, that he's turned on by seeing my ass red and burning, my pussy leaking. “No apology?”

  “No!” I hiss, both pride and my desire to feel him driving the word from my mouth. “No apology!”

  “All you have to say is sorry, and I stop,” Rodrigo says, spanking my ass again. This time though his hand continues, moving deeper, slipping between my legs and cupping the hot lips of my pussy, rubbing it before he lifts his fingers and spanks me there.

  “Argh!” I half scream, pain and pleasure mixing in an explosion in my head. I've never felt this before, and at the first taste, I want it more than anything I've ever had in my life. “Fuck!”

  Rodrigo rubs again, the pain disappearing in the hot pleasure of his hand massaging my pussy lips, before spanking my pussy and clit again, tears of pain and lust dripping down my cheeks. This time though he doesn't lift his hand but slides two fingers deep inside me. They sink in with almost no resistance I'm so wet and hot, and I can't help it, a moan escapes my lips. “Yesssssssss....”

  “Just think Jessica, how good it'll feel when you actually let go, call me Master,” Rodrigo says, his fingers pumping in and out of me hard and fast, driving me higher and higher. My body loves it, helpless with my ass in the air, everything exposed to Rodrigo as he finger fucks my pussy. “You want to call me Master, don't you?”

  “Yessssss....”

  It's out of my mouth even before I know it, and Rodrigo chuckles, his thumb coming up to rub my hard clit. He's rewarding me I know, and I give myself over, letting the electricity from my clit combine with the feeling of his strong, sure fingers curling inside my tight tunnel. “Good. Then when you want... you can come.”

  Rodrigo's fingers speed up, his thumb rubbing my clit relentlessly. My hips are lifting, my body betraying me and trying to push back into his maddening fingers and thumb. I feel it building, my body so ready to come that I can't bear it, and then Rodrigo lets go of my waist with his free hand and smacks my ass one more time, not hard, but it's enough to send me over the edge. I come, hard, my hands balling into fists and my heart almost stopping as my head, which has been filled with blood from being bent over his knee this whole time, explodes in a tidal wave of pleasure. I've never come this hard before, and my body quivers, shaking weakly as I collapse onto Rodrigo's lap, unable to even hold myself up.

  Rodrigo takes his fingers out of my pussy and licks them, humming. “Delicious. Do you have something to say?”

  “I... I'm sorry sir. For back talking you,” I say humbly. “It won't happen again.”

  “I doubt that, your spirit's far too strong to just change from one light punishment, but that's okay,” Rodrigo says, lifting me like I weigh just a feather and laying me on my mattress. “And next time Jessica, just remember... a single word gets you what you really want.”

  Rodrigo stands up, gathering his chair and going to the door. I hold up my hand, weakly getting to my knees. “Sir?”

  “The spanking was for backtalking me. For almost getting your ass killed and costing me ten thousand euro, you'll skip dinner tonight as well as have to make do without your pants until the morning. Understand?” Rodrigo asks, giving me a little smile when I nod without giving him any smart mouth. “I'll leave the light on for now though. Lights out at ten thirty, when I'll come to take you to the toilet and check your water. Good night, Jessica.”

  Rodrigo

  My self control lasts until I get upstairs, then I can't help it, I lay down on the couch in my living room, squeezing my eyes shut.

  What the fuck did I just do? I told her she wouldn't be raped, that she wouldn't be touched sexually in any way without her permission, and I intended to keep that word. And both times today that I went to punish her physically, I end up touching her body.

  But heavens above, what a body! The way her ass felt under my hand, the silky soft skin that resisted my blows just the right amount. Even when I increased the force I was using, Jessica didn't shy away. If anything, the harder I smacked that heart shaped curvaceous ass, the more she loved it.

  And she intentionally didn't apologize, not until after she'd come. I could te
ll she knew what she was doing, the way she started to try and lift her hips to meet my hand, the way she ground her pussy unconsciously on my thigh, even the way she wiggled so that my cock was being rubbed by the curve of her hip, she knew what was happening, and she never stopped. She even said yes when I started to finger fuck her.

  And then... that last yes. I was teasing, trying to rile her up when I asked her if she wanted to call me Master.... and then she said yes. It was her body talking, I knew that as soon as she said it, but still..... she said it. She's like the perfect creation for me. A body built for sin, a brain that's smart and perceptive, and if she's the perfect yin to my yang, I want to know the depths of her soul as well. There's more to this woman than I ever imagined when I said that I'd buy her, which both scares and arouses me.

  I lift my right hand to my face again, inhaling the heady, intoxicating scent of her pussy. Even the way her pussy gripped my fingers has left my cock hard as a rock in my pants. She's not virgin tight, but at the same time she's not loose either. When I do get to be inside her, when she submits to me as her Master, then both of us are going to be in heaven.

  Master.... just thinking the word has me undoing my belt and taking my cock out. It's hard and throbbing, the front of my underpants already damp and sticky with precum when I wrap my hand around it, jacking slowly. As I do, I close my eyes, imagining what I really want with Jessica....

  “Master Rodrigo, how can I serve you?” she asks, smiling at me with those beautiful gray eyes of hers glowing in joy. “How can I make you happy?”

  I'm dressed in one of my more formal outfits, a charcoal gray suit with black shirt, while Jessica is gloriously, beautifully naked except for the brand new velvet wine-red ribbon I just tied around her neck this morning, part of a set that numbers nearly a dozen now, simple little things that she appreciates so much. She lifts her head and shows it to me with pride, smiling as I gesture for her to get up. “How do you like your gift?”